The Beetle

Vix, peeking out from behind the couch, begins firing rounds to draw the guards' attention. Garcia, whose severed hand is still bleeding, is supported by his men as they walk him away to safety. Fury etched across his face, Garcia orders, "I want them dead!" He grimaces in pain before bellowing, "Bring both of their heads to me!"

As the guards focus on Vix, the masked man charges in, slicing through them with ruthless precision. Vix seizes the opportunity, darting out to grab the nearest gun. Dual-wielding both weapons, he dashes from pillar to pillar, firing at the guards. The masked man continues to cut down anyone in his path, but more guards keep pouring into the room, seemingly endless.

"GRAB THAT HAND ON THE FLOOR!" the masked man suddenly shouts at Vix, who's ducking behind a pillar while returning fire.

Confused, Vix glances around until his eyes land on Garcia's severed hand. 'Why the hell does he want me to grab that?' he thinks before groaning. "Fuck, why am I even questioning this?"

Still shooting, Vix sprints toward the hand. Bullets whiz past him, but the masked man's blade keeps the guards at bay. Vix reaches the severed hand, grabs it, and cringes. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with this thing?" he shouts, glancing at the masked man, who's busy tearing through guards.

"Take it to the red door and open it. You'll know the rest!" the masked man calls back.

Vix turns to see the red door across the room. As he approaches, he notices a fingerprint scanner next to it. 'Oh, so that's what this is for,' he thinks, quickly pressing the severed hand against the scanner. With a beep, the door slides open. Vix slips inside and slams it shut behind him. For a moment, the room is pitch black. Disoriented, he waits as lights flicker on, revealing something that makes him smirk.

Back in the main room, the masked man is still dispatching guards. Suddenly, a heavier presence fills the air. He turns to see a massive brute entering, a towering figure with muscles like boulders. The brute charges at the masked man, clearly intending to restrain him, but the masked man nimbly leaps over him, landing behind him. Lacking control over his own strength, the brute crashes into his own men, knocking them out.

As the brute turns to face him again, he grabs a nearby corpse and hurls it at the masked man. Dodging the flying body with ease, the masked man smirks. "What are you, a monkey? You like throwing shit at people? Good thing you've got pants on, or I'd have to dodge something worse."

The brute's face reddens with fury, and he charges again.

"Again? Fine with me," the masked man mutters. Sheathing his swords, he stands his ground as the brute barrels toward him. Just as the brute is about to grab him, the masked man sidesteps with precision and lands a devastating punch to the brute's face, sending him stumbling into the wall with a loud crack.

"Well, at least your head's tough, you'd make a decent battering ram," the masked man taunts.

The brute, growling in rage, stumbles to his feet. He lets out a deafening roar and grabs a nearby pillar, ripping it out of the ground. Just as he prepares to hurl it, the sound of a roaring engine fills the room. A massive armored vehicle smashes through the wall where the red door had been. Behind the wheel is Vix, grinning as he floors the gas pedal and barrels toward the brute. The impact sends the brute flying across the room.

The car screeches to a stop in front of the masked man. "You getting in?" Vix asks, throwing open the passenger door.

The masked man leaps into the car, slamming the door shut. "Couldn't find an exit," Vix remarks as he grips the wheel.

"Then let's make our own," the masked man replies.

Vix glances at the building's main entrance and nods. "Seatbelts on." Without hesitation, he slams the gas pedal, the armored car tearing forward. Guards pour into the hall, only to be met with the unstoppable force of the vehicle. They're either crushed or sent flying as Vix speeds toward the nearest road, plowing through the front wall like it's paper.

Inside the building, a guard informs Garcia about the situation over the phone. "Sir, the masked man and Vix have managed to escape with the armored car, your Beetle. What should we do?"

Garcia shouts in rage, his voice echoing through the room. "NO! No, no! My baby! They took my Beetle!" His tone shifts, tinged with frustration and fury. "GO AFTER THEM! I WANT THEM DEAD! THEY DARE TAKE MY CAR! USE WHATEVER METHOD YOU CAN, BUT I WANT BOTH OF THEM DEAD!"